Its that time of the year. Again. Hot-sticky-unbearable. Not to mention that this "time" is actually the better part of the year.
And this is the time when hope which is supposed to spring eternally in the human breast, fairly bounces in the Bengali breast. We hope that the sticky day will end in a cool breezy evenings. that there will be a magnificent Kaal boishakis to soothe our frayed nerves. And maybe even win in IPL3 (no, no not the IPL3 itself...but perhaps tonight's match against Delhi Daredevils?)!
It also means a lot of other things which we need not be hopeful about like tauk daal, teto daal, soothing dalnas and light curries, of aam pora sarbat, yogurt and the like. It is also the time for sweet mango chutney made from unripe mangoes! Aah!
And imagine my delight at the smallish mango tree in our office compound sprouting little green mangoes! My delight was shortlived...as a colleague pointed out a neat not so little wasp's nest among the branches. Hmm. But I am hoping to get a few without disturbing the wasps.